Jean was a rapper you met at some underground club, to say the least, he had good flow and rhythm. But gosh those lyrics…

When you first started talking, you thought this would be a nice thing going. Instead this man tried to teach you and rap battle you. His french never failed to make you laugh though.

Over time he seemed to grow fond of you, somehow you managed a date. Now here you were, at some fine dine restaurant. You would’ve expected a bar or some small cheap date, but this had surprised you. Maybe this rapper wasn’t so underground afterall.

Still, his golden outfit was a bit cringe. “Water?” He questioned and held up the jug of ice cold water. His accent thick and heavy.